[Intro - Low Spoken Voice, Ominous Bass Rumble] Yeah... Another damn day, another damn bill. Work my ass off, still can't sit still. GPS blinking, got a chain on my life, Tryna do right, but they keep testing my mind. [Deep Bass Drop] BOOM! I left that old man in the past... But don't get it twisted. He ain't dead. He just don't live here no more. [Beat Cuts Out] Don't wake the motherfucker up. [Verse 1 - Aggressive Southern Drawl, Heavy Beat] Clock in, clock out, bust my damn back, Paycheck hit, then the whole thing's flat. Rent want money, bills want more, Tell me what the hell I'm working for? Make a little more, they take a little extra, Whole damn system got a foot on my neck, bruh. Everybody eat while I'm scraping the plate, Work all week just to barely feel straight. I want a cold beer, let the whole world spin, Turn my phone off, let the damn night begin. I ain't asking for a mansion, ain't begging for gold, Just a little peace and some room for my soul. But the PO wanna know everywhere I go, GPS on my ankle like I ain't got control. Every move tracked, every mile on file, Tryna build a new life, can't breathe for a while. [Chorus - Massive 808 Bass Drop, Aggressive Gang Vocals] DON'T WAKE THE OLD MAN! (BOOM!) I been holding him down! Got my feet on the ground, Tryna stay out the pound! DON'T WAKE THE OLD MAN! (808 SLAM!) I ain't who I was then! But don't push me again, I won't go back to that pen! I left that life in the past, Got too much to lose, But don't mistake my silence For a man you can use! BACK THE HELL UP! Let me breathe, let me stand! I'm a free man in my heart— DON'T WAKE THE OLD MAN! [Verse 2 - Faster Flow, Distorted 808s] South Texas blood with a chip on my shoulder, Life got heavy, made a young man older. Seen cold nights, seen hard-ass days, Had to learn real quick how to walk through the haze. Now I'm on parole, gotta follow their rules, One wrong move, back to wearing prison blues. I know what's at stake, I ain't playing no game, I done paid my dues, don't keep rubbing my shame. But it's hard staying calm when you're pushed every day, When you're giving your all and there's no damn way. Everybody got advice, nobody got a hand, Everybody wants control, don't understand the man. I got anger in my chest, got scars in my past, Got a whole lot of reasons why the old me was bad. But I buried that dude, put his ways on a shelf, Now I'm fighting every day just to master myself. Don't confuse self-control with me being afraid, I'm just done letting anger make the choices I make. [Beat Break - Spoken, Menacing Voice] Hold up... You see this ankle monitor? That's a reminder. Not of who I gotta be... But of who I refuse to become again. [Sub-Bass Rises] I ain't scared of the struggle. I'm tired of the struggle. DROP THAT BASS! [Verse 3 - Heavy, Slow, Menacing Delivery] I ain't a saint, never claimed that title, Had to find my own peace in the middle of survival. Old me had a temper, old me had pride, Old me let the whole world bring the beast outside. But prison ain't a place that I'm trying to revisit, Freedom means everything, now I finally get it. Got a future to protect, got a reason to change, I ain't throwing it away just to prove I'm deranged. So back off the pressure, let a man have space, I don't need another lecture, I need room to escape. Not escape from the law, not run from my past, Just a chance to live my life without breaking my back. You can watch every step, put a light on my shoe, But you can't make my decisions, can't tell me what's true. I'm still standing right here, with my head held high, Trying to make something good of this one damn life. [Final Chorus - Massive 808s, Layered Ad-Libs] DON'T WAKE THE OLD MAN! (LET HIM SLEEP!) Got promises to keep! Got a life I wanna lead! DON'T WAKE THE OLD MAN! (BACK UP OFF ME!) I'm just trying to be free! Let me breathe, let me be! I got too much to lose, A whole lot left to prove! I'm not going back to prison Just to satisfy you! I left that old life, Put the past in the sand, But I ain't forgotten who I was— DON'T WAKE THE OLD MAN! [Outro - Beat Fades, Deep Spoken Voice] Yeah... The old me taught me how to survive. The new me's learning how to live. Big difference. I ain't looking for trouble. I'm looking for peace. So let me work. Let me breathe. Let me live. And don't wake the old man. [Final Deep Sub-Bass Hit] [Silence]
